"Times change, societies evolve, roles reverse, but the pursuit of love is constant. Equally constant are the personality attributes we find attractive, the pain of loves lost, the sweet heartaches of loves won, and the excitement that attends the entirety of the process.
Of course all is not well in the realm of love. Nothing goes as planned, nothing is as it first seems, the ebb and flow of relationships is as curious today as it was when time began. What we all eventually find is of course, the stuff of maturity: staid is not always sure and excitement eventually wears thin.
And then there is also American society where the quest for love is turned into sex and someone winds up hurt. It has been said, though I'm not sure by whom, "in America, guys give love to get sex, while girls give sex to get love." this statement is not so horrible, but the stark reality that it is true, is; this is the ugly side of love. There is a beautiful side of love. One that everyone who believes in love has seen. The unity of two peoples souls in a pure kiss, the feelings of safety, warmth, and something magical in a lovers touch. The ability to make some one laugh cry and feel like the worlds only person in one embrace. There are many other parts of love, but much too many to write, and if overly analyzed they will lose their magic." - My Sketchbook circa Sept 2000
So this is one of my many rantings about love written about five years ago, right after I ended things with Chris the piss. I haven't written that passionately about something in a long time, I am a person full of passion and I am wondering where it has all gone. Where is that fiery, devil-may-care-cause-I-sure-as-hell-don't person that I used to be? And how long has she been missing?
"We are a nation of teenagers living together alone. We somehow have been unanimously labeled as a "problem generation." We are hell raisers, filled with rebellion, or are we? I am not driven by hatred, I am not driven by fear, I am not driven by desire, duty or any rationale. I can no longer feel any of these, all that remains is retribution; cold hard and final... It is easier to stab someone in the back than it is to look them in the eyes, society is built upon this principle, and it is universal amongst those who rule"... It goes on and on. Passionate, yet analytical and cold. It is amusing to see the way we change as the years pass. I am most definitely not the same person as my fifteen year old self.
In other news: I was looking through my computer, checking for pics I might want to post... And I found this folder full of pics of this gorgeous man... I have never seen him before in my life... And I don't know how they got there. hmmm.... Must have been Lindsey, but if that's the case I'm surprised he has clothes on, every time I saw some pic some net guy sent her he was naked. This guy had clothes on but damn... Ok that's enough of that... Sorry people I guess I'm just not getting enough to keep my happy little 20-year-old head off of the guys.
